Waiting alone

 

Your powdered white face, black lines, sunken eyes remind me of the days when we laughed for hours, my hand in yours as the lightning lit an empty sky.... My hand in yours.
Your powdered white face, black lines, sunken eyes remind me of the days when we laughed for hours, my hand in yours as the lightning lit an empty sky.... Empty promises, forgotten dreams, and tears.

The afternoon shadows stretch through your bedroom windowsill and down the hall to the room where I sleep each night.... Waiting alone in silence for you to return

 

Waiting alone...

 

-- in Journal For The Condemned